Heyt entered the village infirmary to see Monk Zumma sitting on a chair next to the bed Daya was lying on. The monk turned his head to her. "Heyt, is something the matter?" He questioned.
The white-haired girl entered the room and sat on an empty chair. "I… just came to check on Daya, to make sure she's doing okay."
The monk hummed and turned back to the unconscious dark-haired lady.
"Will she be okay?" Heyt questioned.
Zumma inhaled and exhaled. "It's difficult to answer that question," he said. "She was bound by a soul contract, one that was set to activate the moment she perceives the contractor's energy."
"The General of Hex, Han Sinus, was the contractor and it was set that whenever the two meet again, Daya shall become a slave to his will."
Heyt turned to Daya with a glimpse of pity and concern lingering on her face. "Must be why she attacked us."
"Is there a way the break this deal?" She asked, drawing the monk's attention.
Zumma shook his head. "Unfortunately, this type of contract cannot be undone until either party is dead or the task is completed."
Heyt bit the lower part of her lips and averted her eyes, suppressing the emotions that were rising in her.
"What about you?" He questioned. "Is everything okay with you?"
Heyt looks up at the monk. "What do you mean?"
"Everyone else has lashed out at me because of my relationship with Hex or at least make one complaint or the other, you haven't."
She sniggled and turned back to look at Daya. "I'm just…" she paused. "I know that I lack so much when it comes to the battlefield so I'm trying to stay out of everyone's way while also trying to not be an insufferable person that complains about their shortcomings," she looked up at the Monk. "All I can do is stand on the sidelines and watch as those I love and care about risk their lives in front, it hurts, Zumma, it really does." Her eyes slowly began to tear up.
The Monk sighed and leaned forward. "I understand how you feel, Heyt. This battle is yours too, and you want to help out as well, but you should always remember that we all have our role to play, and only time will reveal what yours is."
Heyt smiled softly and nodded.
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Eryth grinned as he watched the higher entity step out of the smoke that had risen from her arrival. Though he stood unbothered, he was on high alert as he was certain the Divine Registra whose job is to take a record of time as a whole; the past, present, future, as well as those we have no idea of, didn't just come to him for no reason and only one thing goes through his mind.
Eryth held his hand behind his back and slightly bowed his head. "To what do I owe the pleasure of being blessed by the presence of the Divine Registrar herself?"
The silver white-haired woman had no change of emotion despite Eryth's remark. She finally stopped a few steps away from the dark-haired man before gracing him with her soothing voice.
"Eryth, you have overstepped your purpose and have walked into a path that may lead to the destruction of all the Realms, as such, you will face divine judgment and punishment and be erased… completely," she said while aiming her hand at him.
The dark brown-haired man felt dizzy for a split second and a cold chill flushed down his spine, but it all eased up immediately after it happened. He looked up at Archiva to notice her eyes a little widened, fear lingered a bit but disappeared immediately.
"Rapulnu." Archiva clenched her fist and groaned furiously.
"Oh, holy Archiva, the Divine Registrar… shouldn't you leave judgment and punishment to the gods? You are only a registrar, stick to…" Eryth lost his sense of time and only regained his consciousness as his back smashed into a small rock that was behind him.
Eryth crashed on the ground with a loud thud, coughing out blood, and the clock he was holding rolled out of his hand. "What just happened?"
"Since your birth," Archiva started. "I have watched you, I have followed everything thing you did, and I have always known you were a being to bring the end of the world as we know it… a mortal being transcending into something beyond his mortal ties, unravelling into chaotic oblivion."
Eryth managed to drag himself up. His lower body and head trembled in pain, his mind curling around the fact that he was no match for the being standing before him, but he reached for his sword anyway, aiming it at his opponent.
Archiva picked up the clock. She looked at Eryth before crushing it in her grasp. "And worst of all, both the Chaos and OR-DER gods are using you for their own benefits."
Eryth picked up his sword and dragged himself up to a stand, he had once again lost sense of time and found himself on the ground, his entire body now aching in pain.
He grinned. "And yet you, an Adiaphori, interfere in the matter of the gods."
"If it means stopping the realms from plunging into Chaos again, then I will continue to interfere," she said. "For I shall not allow it, I will not let darkness resurface again. I have seen your destiny, Eryth, you are the darkness, and it ends here."
Eryth yet again, dragged himself up. He reached for his boot and pulled out his dagger. "Who are you to decide people's destiny?"
He raised his head to look at the Registrar, anger and rage pouring down his face.
"All of you— you sit pretty in your abode at the High Realm, you all do nothing and never interfere, even if the real chaos is out there destroying the Realms, it doesn't matter to any of you— you never care until we become a threat to you, that's when our existence leads to destruction."
"How dare you question the way of the gods?"
Eryth scoffed. "I'm tired… I'm tired of hearing all about your gods and destiny, you all are nothing but beings that just like everyone else, transcended the mortal essence and evolved into beings with infinite potential and higher consciousness."
"You do not write or decide my destiny, I am the pen that writes my own epic tale!"
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